thanks to casey for writing the kidnapping scene! idk where i would be without you!
hope you like it!
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Melissa's POV
I can't believe Miley doesn't like Logan. He hasn't done anything wrong to her, and he makes me happy. Some people just aren't happy with one guy I guess. Logan picked me up a couple minutes ago, so we were in his car. He wouldn't tell me where we were going, and he put a damn bandana on my eyes so I couldn't see.
"Is the bandana really necessary?" I said getting more and more annoyed every second.
"Yes! I'm trying to be romantic!" Logan said, trying to sound hurt. I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see, and continued to be antsy in my seat.
"We're here!" Logan exclaimed. "Wait, don't take the bandana off!"
I groaned. Who started this cliché covering date's eyes with a bandana thing anyways? I need a time traveling device to stop it from happening.
"Tada!" he said, ripping the bandana off my head.
"M-McDonalds are romantic?" I asked
"I'm sorry, babe. The restaurant I originally planned was already booked. My Dad wouldn't pay a little extra to get a seat, so where we go after this is romantic," he said.
"You couldn't have gone somewhere, I don't know, less grody?" I asked.
"Grody?" he asked.
"It means gross," I said.
"Do you not like McDonalds?" he asked.
"No, but it is okay, I'll eat it," I said.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"Come on, Logan; let's go inside before all the tables here are taken."
Logan wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked towards the registers.
"How can I help ya?" the worker asked.
"I'll take a number two without pickles and mustard, with a coke," Logan ordered.
"And for you, ma'am?" the worker asked.
"Um, I'll have a number two with mustard only, with a doctor pepper," I said.
"That'll be out soon."
"Why did you randomly decide to take me out on this date? It's technically out first," I asked.
"Oh... you know... Am I not supposed to take my own girlfriend out on dates?" he asked.
"Well, I mean you are, but I thought it'd be a bit better than starting off at Mickey D's."
"I said I was sorry, Mel. What more does it take?"
"I am a girl. It takes a lot."
"Whatever," he grumbled. Luckily, our food came to keep the arguing from continuing.
We quickly ate both not really wanting to be there any longer. I was antsy about where we were going while Logan seemed anticipated about it.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked.
"We're going to my place. There's a creek behind my house that is really quiet and secluded. You would have the perfect view of the stars, and there are still a few fireflies still out," he said.
"Sounds fun," I said, slightly smiling. Something seemed off.
"Are you ready?" he interrupted my mindless thoughts.
"Yeah," I mumbled. He grabbed our trash so I walked out to Logan's car.
"Thanks for waiting on me," he said.
"No problem,"
"I enjoy your over use of sarcasm,"
"It's my specialty."
"Well, let's go. I don't want it to be too late before we get there."
He unlocked the doors and I climbed in. I sighed and propped myself up, placing my foot on the dash.
"You look weird sitting like that," he said.
"I don't care," I said.
He sighed but dropped it. Clearly I wasn't going to move anytime soon.
"What's your family like?" I asked.
"I don't exactly know my Mom, but my dad can make people uneasy," he said.
"Oh, okay."
"Why?"
"I was just wondering."
"Well we're here."
I looked up and saw a regular-looking house surrounded by trees with a trampoline to the left in front of me.
"Your house looks cozy," I commented.
"I need to run inside to get some bug killer first, so come on."
I followed him inside, instantly seeing Brandon.
"Why is he here?" I asked.
"He pretty much lives here," Logan said.
"Oh, okay."
"Wait here," Logan said before exiting the room. A minute or two later, Brandon also left.
A couple minutes later, Logan, Brandon, and who I'm assuming is Logan's dad, walked into the living room.
"Melissa, Logan didn't happen to slip anything about my... job...did he?" Logan's dad asked.
"About how you buy and sell weapons? Isn't that, like, illegal?" I asked.
"Yes, yes it is which is why you can't tell anyone. You didn't tell anyone, did you?" he asked.
"Nope, not even Miley, and she was my best friend," I said.
"Tie her up anyway," he said.
"Wait, tie me up?" I asked.
"We can't risk you telling anyone anything. I don't buy and sell. I steal government official weapons and sell them to those with money. "he said.
"Logan," I said, looking at him with wide eyes. Miley was right!
"I'm a part of it too, which is why we can't have you running around with the possibility to tell someone else."
"I hate you," I hissed. "I thought you actually cared. Instead, you're just a fucking douche bag who kidnaps ex-girlfriends."
"But you aren't my ex."
"Logan, we are OVER."
Brandon started tying my hands together with duct tape. That's when I remembered I was being kidnapped again.
"Logan, grab her phone." his dad said.
"HELP, SOMEBODY!" I screamed. I continuously screamed and thrashed until I felt something poke my arm.
Soon, everything turned black.
I woke up to find myself, tied into the chair still. My eyelids felt as heavy as a 40 pound weight, and my whole body was weak. What the hell did they give me!?
I felt something in my back pocket and realization hit. My cell phone! I tried my hardest to bring my hand back there and pull it out. Once I succeeded, I typed the number 2 and talk.
"Hello?"
"...Miley?" I whispered.
"Melissa? What's wrong?"
"It's Logan. He has me in his house with his dad and Brandon. Please. Help me." I pleaded.
"We'll be right there." she quickly said. I stayed on the phone for a couple seconds, hearing Miley yell to Ethan what was happening. I hung up and slid my phone back in my back pocket.
Someone was walking down the stairs, so I straightened up, hoping that he didn't suspect anything. "Oh, good. You're awake!"